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Please Turn Off The TV
02:58
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tranquilizer gun
never was enough
never wanna turn off my tv
there is something I
can't remember
never going back
life's long
and my show’s syndicated
I am losing my job and I’m feeling fine
static fire tells me what to be
and if I die tape my shows, please
Wanna make it last
want the ratings up
want you on my side
want the ratings up
wanna make you smile
want the ratings up
want to make you smile
want the ratings up
want the ratings up
nurse's boyfriend cheats on her at night
dying patients, where’s the soda?
please turn off the tv
Wanna make it last
want the ratings up
want you on my side
want the ratings up
wanna make you smile
want the ratings up
want to make you smile
want the ratings up
want the ratings up
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2. |
Static Farm
03:15
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It seems everyone I know is on a team it seems
same with me and we are 0-3
strange how no-one seems to notice thee
tower in the sky transmitting the image in monochrome
slick ads disguised as friends
florescent back-lit grim reaper
5 7 6 lines of interlaced bliss
5 7 6 lines of interlaced bliss
animals coded in a plasma screen
mr. jones fears the freedom of but one pig's dream
pigs are eaten but they talk to me
from the tower in the sky transmitting the image in monochrome
slick ads disguised as friends
florescent back-lit grim reaper
5 7 6 lines of interlaced bliss
5 7 6 lines of interlaced bliss
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3. |
Blue Exhale
03:41
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he wants what she wants
but she wants to know him
no time for blue exhales
they’re like a puzzle
that I couldn’t solve but
I recalled your blue exhale
(you always solve the maze
you always pick me off my feet
you always say the right thing
you always solve the maze
the answers melt right off your teeth
you always say the right thing)
your diamond dims the shadows cast below me
your bloodstone bleaches back through time
and all the answers that you never told them
will satisfy their diamond eyes
recalling breakfast
with parents and my sis
no time for red sighs now
fractures they tangle
in bread on the table but
I recalled your blue exhale
(you always solve the maze
you always pick me off my feet
you always say the right thing
you always solve the maze
the answers melt right off your teeth
you always say the right thing)
your diamond dims the shadows cast below me
your bloodstone bleaches back through time
and all the answers that you never told them
will satisfy their diamond eyes
will satisfy their diamond eyes
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Tell me your secrets
I need to know
all of the tricks of the trade
cause Sondheim knows that I’m procrastinating
gimme some inspiration
come on
the feeling of being a hack and a half
well I think that it is weighing on me
lights out lights out
heavy red curtains weighing on your soul
no crowd no crowd
heavy red curtains crushing you
no crowd no crowd
so
you lost it all
you let all of your friends
slip down the drain again
there they go
oh
the lights start to dim
and the stage manager is melting
so what?
you’re nothing much
don’t cry now
there’s no use giving in
marry your thoughts
like Brian O’Blivion
we’ll speak then
but only if you're feeling it
crowd's asleep and I don't think you're feeling it
but we'll speak then
(homeless man on the side of the street says he knows your name from a dream. says it's all the same anyway. that could be me in a year. no plan. just a feeling)
Tell me your secrets
I still need to know
all of the tricks of the trade
cause Sondheim still knows that I’m procrastinating
so
the bills came in
so-called creative itch has failed you
yet again
let it go
so?
you’re nothing
you’re not fucking tough
your lead actor pulled a knife on you
there’s so much
blood now
I’m feeling faint
don’t cry now
there’s no use giving in
marry your thoughts
like Brian O’Blivion
we’ll speak then
but only if you’re feeling well
crowd's asleep and I know you’re not feeling well
but we'll speak then
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